This great citizen, so liberal to the world about him, so kindly inspired with love for his native place, is a despot in his own house, and utterly devoid of conjugal affection.

This man, so profoundly astute, hypocritical, and sly; this Cromwell of the Val-Noble,--behaves in his home as he behaves to the aristocracy, whom he caresses in hopes to throttle them.

Like his friend Bernadotte, he wears a velvet glove upon his iron hand.

His wife has given him no children.

Suzanne's remark and the chevalier's insinuations were therefore justified.